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daughter poem

alguns dias mais ventosos
eu gosto d
na meia-noite
em setembro
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
filhas do tempo
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são

 



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